![]() MY GHOST TALEA Poem by jeannemarie coulter![]() a ghost story of sorts![]() ![]() MY GHOST TALE when the old marble clock chimes midnight our home settles and slips into peaceful dreams as old homes often do soon there is a stirring a slight shift in this space and a spirit walks our home a soft spectral sight searching for someone, wanders into our bedroom it is three a.m. and the barriers are very thin, he hesitates while i waken to his sweet chortling laughter and i can just see his loving quirky smile beckoning, he leaves the room drifting into our family room he settles hopefully into his old leather recliner leaning back as he always did with our grizzled wire haired dachshund, rowdy’s spirit ,asleep in his lap i see him sitting expectantly, i power up the cd player, load some grateful dead, quicksilver messenger service and pink floyd i brew a pot of his favorite columbian roast fill his favorite cup and place it on the table between our chairs, “ahhhhhhh,” his spirit sighs contentedly, thanks, jc you do remember me.” i settle into my own old recliner with my amarretto laced hot chocolate to enjoy the rich music he loved so well, under his familiar blanket of love and laughter, i slide into sweet memory dreams i waken with the peach silk light of dawn his recliner is again up right and his coffee cup is empty... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterFeatured Review
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